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Hey there baby, it's just textbook stuff
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It's in the ABC of growing up
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Hey there baby, it's just textbook stuff
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It's in the ABC of growing up
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[Verse 1: XV]
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Yeah, three women raised me
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Famous footwear paid me
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Not enough to blow up but sure enough
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Cause I ain't fucking lazy
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If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both
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With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked
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In my chair, in my braids, my hair was always
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Being fly was priority to the lowest
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I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way
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The dead society of a poet
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Homie I'm focused but that's something that a dude can't prove
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I mean fair, I was damn near invisible at school
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So I banged for a minute cause all my niggas was crippin'
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Just me and two of my dudes, blue man group
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Had dreams of doing things they said you can't do
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Cause everything ain't black and white, unless you chew bamboo
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So I was after big bills like a toucan dude?
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All the while my mamma asking why I'm chewing at school
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She said...
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: XV]
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So why I ain't go to college
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My mammas ultimatum made me say that I know I got it
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My niggas said D's buggin'
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Stay on your computer software de-buggin'
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But we holding hardware cause we thuggin'
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Now they in the trap house with some guns they dun borrowed
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And all this snow, I call it empty sorrow
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With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow
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Sold CD's in the mall making dough like sporrows
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Then I left the hood, like fuck it, don't need the cargo
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They banking out on you well, and I don't mean Fargo
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But even if you leave somehow it try to follow
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Baby brother took a charge hotter than Lebron and Rondo
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Tryna keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible
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Cause they say your mind is idol, it's a devils toy
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My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol
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I told him sit down, this information is vital
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Look...
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
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Living my life like I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit
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The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song
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In a room with the heart of a violin
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Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting
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To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan
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As a fan of these wicked streets
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If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal peice
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Screaming now, fuck the police
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I'm dealing my cards with jokers on 'em
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You can disown him or stone him
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I'm throwin' them rocks back with a flurry of bullets
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You couldn't live your life for the moment
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When I'm foaming at the mouth I'm as sharp as the teeth showing
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I'm in the back of a black Buick, finna black out like February
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Ay, that's how blacks do it right?
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I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa
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I'm screaming for help as loud as I can but that's not working
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I'm working them corners like Blueprints
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Then cut a L on my first offence
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The judge threw the book at me than said this...
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[Chorus]
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Textbook Stuff
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